"LLLLET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLE!"
The White light faded and instead of the arcades back room he found himself in a junk yard; he could hear dogs barking not to far away and there seemed to be spot lights surrounding him, and he could see all sorts of unsavory people sitting and standing on piles of trash surrounding him staring on and cheering.
Bewildered and a bit scared he noticed a somewhat familiar voice coming through a megaphone and turned towards the voice, on top of a large pile of garbage stood a man silhouetted by the moon
“How are you scum feeling on this lovely night? Are you all ready for a fight?!” he spoke into the megaphone looking around at the audience.
Everyone began cheering louder in affirmation of the coming fight.
“What was that, that was weak, apparently to don’t want a real fight; well never one to disappoint what our audience wants we present a little girl’s fight for the pitiful audience.” He said pointing down at the other side of the trash pit clearing.
On my left we have the smallest combatant, that we are not even sure if she is legally allowed to fight, but when have we ever cared about that!” he said chuckling a little before continuing “ the pipsqueak of the playground, the terror of her teachers, the surprisingly busty brat; MS. MIKI MINI!”
The audience chuckled and raised a couple of their bottles a cheered and whistled.
Looking straight ahead you see a girl maybe 4’8 if she was standing straight wearing jean shorts that were cut short and a pink tee shirt with three red hearts covering the front and sandals with a 1” heel, she had long fiery red hair and was looking angrily at the announcer, she cups her hands around her mouth and yells up at him “I am an adult you ass wipe, do you really want to piss me off, I will break your teeth in with that fucking megaphone if you keep that up.”
“Wow they really mean it when they say red heads are feisty.” He said once again around at the crowd.
“Now, on my right we have her opponent; the girl that took a page out of peter pans book literally and never wanted to grow up, we suspect that she doesn’t even know how to use a toilet like the rest of us; the papered princess from pre-school, the punisher of our patrons noses, the one, the only POOPSIE P!”
looking down you saw a purple shirt that said daddy’s potty princess that was stretched taut over ample boobs only barely able to contain the massive orbs causing the shirt to show her toned belly off. Below was a rainbow tutu skirt that did nothing to hide the massive bulge of a diaper with a blue horizontal stripped diaper cover, in her right hand was a massive rattle comically shaped like a cartoon hammer, and she had on a pair of Velcro close light up white shoes with white knee high stockings.
The shock of the outfit made you loose balance and fall back on your padded diaper.
“NOW…FIGHT!!!!”